So, lately, I haven’t really had much to say about the Sharks and the playoffs. The reason, I reasoned, is that they were saying everything that needed to be said on the ice.
This has been the best playoff season the Sharks have played. They’ve been a machine. Just like a train, they chug down that track, flinging opponents left and right as they go.
Today they got derailed. Now, I know you were expecting me to say that considering I just used a train analogy in the previous sentence. And if you watched the game (and I only watched a little bit after the fourth goal scored by Detroit), then you know that the term “derailed” doesn’t even do it justice.
If they’ve been “saying it all on the ice,” then all they could say today was incomprehensible gibberish in between curse words. It was like watching someone trying to explain directions to someone who doesn’t understand the language. I can imagine the amount of frustration in that; frustration that was clearly visible in the second and third periods.
Dany Heatley, appropriately, took out his frustration by putting a puck past Howard. If that’s how he expresses frustration, he needs to feel more frustrated than he already does.
I’m not going to drag this out. The Sharks choked on the smell of octopus. The series ends on Saturday, so who cares? I took the broom out of my front window.
Motherpucker
